The conversation was cut short by the appearance of the surgeon, who observed, as he glanced over the hammocks—
“I am glad to see you are coming round again, lads.”
He stopped by Owen’s side.
“Well, boy, how do you feel?” he inquired, in a kind tone.
“Very weak, sir,” said Owen; “but all I want is food and water.”
“You shall have an ample supply by-and-by, but in your present state you must take only a little at a time.”
One of the sick bay attendants brought in three small basins of broth, from one of which the doctor fed Owen.
“Thank you, sir,” said Owen, “though I think I might save you that trouble.”
“You shall be welcome to do so next time,” answered the doctor, smiling.
“What rating did you hold on board the ship you belonged to?” asked the surgeon.